Lyrics:
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
[shit] I got
I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit
back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin gas
to pay bills to 'ford some
one day came the old house smasher
The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny,
hit (got hit)
But you gotta dig him up for the spill (for the spill)
Hit his brother, now he got benefits (uh)
Disability checks pay his bills
No
another dolla
Another dolla another day
[master p]
Dolla dolla
Dolla dolla dolla bill y'all...x3
Dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla
My pupils are not students
They dilate but they never learn
Each time we roll up the dollar bill
We suffocate the President
Each time we roll up
of being po', yeah trying to leave the rats
Walk out to see three of your tires, that be on flat
And that one tire, left a sign of hope
That helps you
now how long you gone oh that long
how the hell he get time like that
3 strikes for possession aww he aint coming back
he left you with two kids
down now how
Long he gone oh dat long
How the hell he get time like that?
Three strikes with possession
Aww he ain't comin back
He left you with 2 kids
lost it
She don't give a fuck about none of you guys
She make you look so bad, I bet you want a disguise
I knew the day and time would come
When she
[Verse 1]
Summer Rolls on, night after night of work goes by
As I see my plans come to light the less it feels it bites
Living to pay bills isn’t
the right away
And oops sorry
I think I fucked your bitch by the way
Call the audible I ain't wanna go that route
Aiming for dollar bills
Ain't worried bout
scams
Rides that always sketch on me - Have to have her home by three
Memories of blowin' it - Thing I want that I can't get
Car won't start, I'm on my
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
how we make movies
Basketball gun brawlers, bounce
Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks
That's the way we live, Staten Island kid
Ha ha, ha ha
Say ho, everybody say ho
Ba-buh-wayo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
Ba-buh-wayo, everybody say ho
Everybody say
a house by the lake with the wood that I take from the bridge
Could get taste if you take a little trip to the hood for a day
Or you could by my tape
It's
I ride my bicycle to work each day
It's not so far
It's better for me than my car.
I wear a helmet that is made of
Rigid Styrofoam
Inspected by
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
sleep, eight bottles of sleeping pills
Seven bottles of whiskey, six six six dollar bills
Five maids a' leaping, four sinners in the sand
Three kings
girl
Good kid, mAAd city, watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these sentences
Fucking right
It's either that or life sentences
I'm relatives with
had
Must be the reason it remains in that corner of my brain
V2
These days she's rarely on my mind
Just once a year at Christmas time
But it's been
the shoes, my pockets on Bill Gates, eating good but I’m grind
Like I never ate. Got 3 with me like I’m on eliminate-date (TOO COLD)
They all play they role
been through
Don’t break down
Just three more stops ‘til 7th avenue
When the sun goes down
I’ll get some rest by and by
With a book on The Buddha
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